Pretty Little Liars Emily Fields Novels & Stories

She then kept her arms crossed in front of her chest. “After personally planning everything before, you must have been very happy, right? You must be hugely disappointed that Mom and I are both fine now, huh? Xyla Quest, did you really think Mom and I would be defeated by you this easily? You really have underestimated us,” Emily said loudly and clearly. “I don’t know what you are talking about. If you’re going to cause a scene without any reason, I’m afraid I won’t put up with it,” Xyla said before softly pushing Emily away and prepared to walk downstairs.

She is only 34! Emily flips her short hair and her eyes avert from Coral's face to her toes. Her one brow rises and Coral gulps. Emily is one hell of a detective. “Wild night huh?” her aunt teases. Coral blushes and hisses at her aunt to lower her voice. “No! How do you know anyway?” Emily smirks and folds her arms before her chest. “Oh honey, I have been in this field for a long time. Your sudden glowy face, the blush, and your creased dress. It tells it all.”

It's not until James clears his throat that I realize I may have been staring at Enzi for a little too long. “Dara and Marc are wolves but Nathan is a muse and Emily is a vampire. I wasn't sure you knew that,” I tell Jayvon and Enzi. Would they still want to welcome a vampire? ” “She’s a vampire? But I saw her on the cameras. Usually, vamps don't show up in photos, mirrors, or video footage, or do they?” Jayvon questions. I’m pleased that he doesn’t sound upset or disappointed that Emily is not a wolf. It’s more like he’s confused.

With no evidence that she didn't murder her aunty, no eyewitness, no one to clear her name, Emily end up in prison. ****End of flashback****

A familiar scent wafted through her nostrils from the kitchen, it was the weirdly flowery scent of her Beta, her best friend from childhood Lincoln Park. “Hey Emma,” Lincoln greeted facing the flat screen TV that was displaying some comedy show. Emma sighed and resisted the urge to knock his head instead she collected the bowl of popcorn in his hands and took the seat adjacent to his own. “Why are you so here so early in the morning?” she asked picking among the popcorn to find the one that was covered in more caramel than the others. Lincoln rubbed his eyes and looked at Emma, it was only then she noticed his red eyes. “Elaine said she wanted to do some spring cleaning around the house so s

"Yet, here we are." Fair point. Dre sure knew how to argue. How she'd missed studying to be a lawyer was something Emily had never quite understood. She was built for the courtroom and not some computer. But either ways, she was doing just fine. "Am I sensing something here?" Emily asked, eying Dre from the corner of her eyes. "Do you like Edmund?" "And would that be such a bad thing?" Emily stiffened. It was best not to show her true emotions just yet. Why did it seem like all the worst-case scenarios that she'd imagined while she was seated on her own were playing out right before her eyes?

"We.... We don't even know her name. She just gave us a huge amount of money and then told us to kidnap the girl." "I.... I really.... don't know anything. It was the girl who caused all the injuries. Please, just let me go." "What did she look like?" I asked. "Very young and pretty, with very fair skin. Probably a spoiled daughter of some rich family." Impossible. According to my research, Emily doesn’t have a rich friend. She barely knows anyone rich, except for her schoolmates. So to speak, Emily was indeed kidnapped from near the school after her classes. Suddenly, I thought of a very likely suspect.

The following moon-cycle, Emily navigated the obsidian corridors of the Lycan Academy of Runes and Warfare with a heavy spirit. Her inner wolf was deeply divided; an immense warmth flooded her marrow at the prospect of Lucas returning to the strategy tables today, yet a cold dread gripped her throat regarding Sally. Her mind possessed no strategic path to inform the golden-haired female that her scent would never register within Lucas's perimeter. The moment Emily approached her designated storage locker to retrieve her tactical scrolls, she recorded Sally's presence in the hall.

I let out a bitter laugh and turned to leave, but that fake-sweet voice called after me. "Are you Nora Fields?" I turned and gave her a polite nod. "Hello, Ms. Caldwell." Graham and I locked eyes. His jaw was tight, and he quickly released her foot. Emily slipped her heel back on and strolled toward me with a smirk. "You look like you've been doing well. My husband made the right call back then, helping a struggling scholarship student like you. "You used to stop by Dean's place all the time, but I haven't seen you around lately. Is it because I'm there now and you feel awkward?"

Not now. But the door creaked open and I didn’t look to see who it was. “Hey Lilith,” the person said. Of course, it was Emily. She walked in like a storm and gasped. “Oh my God, you look so beautiful.” I gave her a small smile. It was the best I could do. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You don’t have to pretend you're happy,” She said quietly, looking at my forced smile. “Just wash off the fake smile. We can still go ahead with the plan. We can still run from here.”